11:34 am on a Saturday morning and I am feeling lonely. The one and a half men are just steps away, one downstairs and the other hopefully doing his homework, yet I am sitting here feeling more than a little wistful. The social circle is missing. We have not built any network and it can get pretty lonely. My children are scattered over two hemispheres and the stabilizing anchor of family and friends is far away.
I so look forward to Nic coming here. She seems to have found herself lately and that is the one glow that warms my heart. But the bean seems to have taken to drinking and it scares me. I had always secretly hoped they would all inherit my allergy to anything even remotely alcoholic but DNA has worked against me. And Buffalo is blanketed by a freakish snow storm so we worried that the C would be feeling colder than she already has been for the past two months, tropical creature that she is. But a phone call last night told us she is not as frozen as we had feared.
But these are momentary and will pass in time. The other one never does - about how I am ever going to live and stay employed long enough to see all four grown up and through college. The burden is heavy and I wonder who can share it...
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